Finding the artistry in the everyday

May: May is quite possibly the hardest month of the year. In the last week one child has sprayed the curtains and carpets with sickness, one has a Cleopatra project, one has a Tennessee history project, and one has a Fibonacci unit to complete with original photographs. Add in work, dentist appointments, and baseball and I just need all the things to stop. And yet, summer is on the way, in transit as we speak. Hurry Summer, hurry!

it’s been a rainy season of relief, relief from a particularly toxic school year

I have found myself amazed by life
by good books and friendship
flowers and long days that stretch with the possibility of space, pure white space
these are the salt of the soul and I am soaking in the sea

my children are thriving and growing like wild things and I am overwhelmed by the goodness of the season